This is a song about "Think your the cleverest boy but your the dumbest"

Your the reason people think rap is poetic shit

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

Fuck you and your whole street, soulja boy gone bring the heat

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

Boy i think i i hit the jackpot

But did you think about your mom,

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

If you think your the bomb, then im nagasaki

And we'd laugh at the time id never think your gay

He's a buster anyway, i can take him any day

If you think your the bomb, then im nagasaki

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

And you got that bomb, huh, i'm tryna detonate you

I think the fuckin product in your hair leaked through